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"Hayley," said Michael who then paused as she had another orgasm. "believe me when I tell you I can tell you have itchy nipples."

"Oh my god, you can?" said Hayley. "It's so embarrassing."

"Believe me when I tell you that you are allergic to bras, except for sports bras to wear while your exercising. Believe me when I say removing your bra will stop the itching."

"Oh my god. Excuse me!" Hayley rushed to the pool house which had a bathroom. Michael walked up to a waiter who had a tray of champagne. "Believe me when I tell you Hayley Atwell's dress is see-through, she does not realize it, and no one will tell her."

The waiter seemed suprised but smiled. Michael took two glasses of champagne.

Hayley came back. Her nipples were poking out her dress, and everyone could see them through the cloth, but no one said anything to her. They just whispered to each other and gossipped.

Michael gave a glass of champagne to Hayley. She took a sip, licked her lips, and blushed.

"You Ok, Hayley?"

"Oh god," she said as she had her fourth orgasm. "Yes, it's just that...it's nothing." She took another sip and her eyes lowered to where she was glanced at Michael's crotch before she caught herself and looked back up and into his eyes. She smiled and licked her lips again.